Lithium is so going to win…
Twilight, a period,
squeezed in between
Sunrise and Dawn,
Yet so serene,
To be in.
The Sun’s not quite up,
The Moon’s not quite down,
The couple’s together,
Naught with a frown,
On faces.
The feeling’s too magical,
Too surreal, too extreme,
Perhaps we can’t be rational,
When we think about us,
Together.
Let’s flutter away,
Rise above high,
Everyone else,
Into the sky,
to Twilight.
Note: Last verse of every stanza is three syllables. Rhyming scheme proceeds as ABCBD. Written off the top of my head in 5 minutes. 🙂